By the Hands Songtext
von Sera
By the Hands Songtext
Old friend
Sat on the mantlepiece
I′ll pull you back by the hands
And dream
Of sword fights on viaducts
Merry-men sat on the garden seats
Of all of the souls that I've been
So tell me a story
To get me to sleep
Huddled on sofa-beds
Watching TV
Show me inside
Past the face that I see
To the memories you keep
Join me
By the fire in the living room
We can catchup about what makes us tick
Like hours in a piggy bank
The best that you spend never cease to exist
Stretching through space as you reminisce
So tell me a story
To get me to sleep
Huddled on sofa-beds
Watching TV
Show me inside
Past the face that I see
To the memories you keep
Sat on the mantlepiece
I′ll pull you back by the hands
And dream
Of sword fights on viaducts
Merry-men sat on the garden seats
Of all of the souls that I've been
So tell me a story
To get me to sleep
Huddled on sofa-beds
Watching TV
Show me inside
Past the face that I see
To the memories you keep
Join me
By the fire in the living room
We can catchup about what makes us tick
Like hours in a piggy bank
The best that you spend never cease to exist
Stretching through space as you reminisce
So tell me a story
To get me to sleep
Huddled on sofa-beds
Watching TV
Show me inside
Past the face that I see
To the memories you keep
Writer(s): Owain Felstead, Sera Felstead Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com